A Big Ask

“Dude, that sucks,” I gasped, “Is there anything they can do?”

“It’s been a year since the accident, and they say it sometimes comes back after two or three.”

“No surgeries?”

“Not worth it. They could do even more damage to the spinal cord by cutting, and they’re not even sure exactly where it is.”

“When they cut you out of the Mustang, I was always amazed at how little injury you suffered. Guess I was wrong. Hey, I’ll bet if you were somebody famous, like, uh, Clint Eastwood, they’d find a cure.”

“Got an extra million bucks I could bribe someone with?”

“Wow, wait a minute, what about Mel?”

“Yeah, about that, she’s pretty freaked out.”

“I bet. How do you, I mean, how…”

“It’s been tough on her…on us. Here, let me get you another beer.”

“Yeah, sure, and I’m so sorry. I, I feel like asking, don’t take this the wrong way, if there’s anything I could do to help, but that would be in bad taste, right?”

“Yeah, about that, that’s, uh, something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“As long as this isn’t leading where I’m starting to think it might, I’m here for you. This isn’t leading there, is it?”

“Yeah, about that, uh, I think it, uh, well, the thing is… yeah.”

“Okay, too late for beating around the bush, spill it.”

“Actually, it was my idea.”

“What was?”

“We’ve known each other for, what, 3 years? Since well before the accident. Can’t even count how many BBQs since we’ve been in the neighborhood? and you know Mel, she’s crazy about me.”

“Yeah, but lately I’ve noticed there’s like, tension between you two. You’re kinda snappy with her.”

“Yeah, and I feel terrible about it every time. It’s because we used to fuck every day, and it’s been a year now since I’ve been able to do it because of…”

“But there are other ways to…”

“We’ve done all that. My god, my tongue is twice as strong and often twice as tired as it was a year ago, but she says its just not the same.”

“My girlfriends have always loved the oral part with the fucking as icing on the cake.”

“Shit, I don’t know, Melanie likes icing I guess. She has always liked sucking and fucking the best.”

“You can’t be serious. What guy wouldn’t want to be with, can’t believe I’m saying it…your wife. She’s smart and funny, and I’m sorry, but that body of hers, Christ. You know that yellow blouse she wears. It’s too loose and her tits peak out every time she leans over.”

“Of course, I know the blouse. She’s some other ones that do the same thing. By the way, she’s watching your eyes as she leans over, and you never notice. Guys never do. She loves flashing. Look, we each wrote up a list of guys that might work. We gave each other veto power over ones we didn’t like. She didn’t like most of the guys and I didn’t like most of the ones on hers. You were on the top of each list.”

“I’m flattered, but, you don’t really know anything about how I am in bed.”

“In fact, Melanie has had some intimate conversations with some of your girlfriends over the years.”

“Good news, I presume, but what about….”

“What about what? We’ve been hashing it out for a couple of weeks now, and you’re the still the front runner. She feels terrible that she’s dikmen escort even considering it at all, but these are desperate times.”

“Mel IS a great kisser. I can tell by watching you two, plus she always gives me a kiss as a greeting.”

“She only does that with really close friends. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but she is amazing in bed. Actually, truth is, I wouldn’t know because we got married straight out of high school. She’s only the second girl I ever fucked, but Mel’s told that story, like a hundred times.”

“How are YOU with this?”

“I hate the whole fucking thing, but I’m sure that if the roles were reversed, she’d do the same for me. It’s going to be tough emotionally, but probably not much worse than what we’ve been… I’m going to be insanely jealous of you, but I think it’ll be worth it in the end. I have to believe that.”

“Wait, if you can’t get a boner, how to you, you know, relieve the pressure? Its hard for me to go a whole day without…”

“I can still come, but I don’t get hard, and it takes a lot more work. It’s very emasculating. The only reason I can handle it at all is because I know she loves me. She’s very giving. I need to be able to give her something she needs too.”

“You know that Kathy and I broke up.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. She was really cute.”

“Don’t be, turns out she was very religious. Never mentioned it to me, but the fact that I hadn’t taken Jesus to be my personal lord and Saviour, was a deal breaker. I’m going to ask women on a first date from now on just to get it out of the way. Now she’s one who really loved it when I went down on her. Used to scream ‘Jesus’ when she came. Shoulda been a clue.”

“I guess.”

“So, what, exactly are you asking of me?”

“Mel wants, no, NEEDS to have sex. Old fashioned cock and pussy sex. We gotta find someone that’s acceptable. Both Mel and I are thinking it should be you.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that.”

“Why? Most guys would give their left nut to screw my wife.”

“Being honest here, of course I’d give either nut to be with her, but that’s in a consequence-free world where no one has to suffer emotionally. My first thought is no. I don’t want to lose either of you as friends.”

“I appreciate that, but if we can’t figure this out, we’ll probably get divorced and THAT would ruin everything. Look, none of us have ever done anything like this before and I don’t know how it will all shake out. All I know that my wife is in need, a need that I can’t meet for her- except by, uh, doing this.”

“And she’s okay with it?”

“Yeah.”

“So would you be there with us?”

“I’ve been thinking about that and, no, I don’t think I could handle it.”

“I’ve got to talk to Mel about it first, to work out…things.”

“You’re officially invited for BBQ on our patio this evening. Six good for you?”

“I guess.”

“Great, I bought some steaks. I owe you buddy, just for considering it.”

“I gotta go do the dishes before my roommate gets home. See you then.”

“Later”

I sat down and started a list of pros and cons.

Pros were 1) helping a friend, 2) steady sex- I hadn’t asked, but I assumed emek escort it was steady. I couldn’t think of any other pros, but those were pretty good.

Cons were 1) maybe screwing up my relationship with this cute couple, and 2) maybe not being good enough for her, and 3) what if she fell in love with me?

I sat there thinking about it for another hour. Never did do the dishes.

At 5:30, my roommate opened the front door. “Hey dickhead,” is all he said, as he walked past me to his bedroom.

“I’m taking a shower and going over to Mel and Brian’s. They invited me to dinner.”

“What?” He said as he reentered the living room.

“Going to Mel and Brian’s for dinner. Need to take a shower,” he complained, glancing at the sink.

“Be my guest, shit, it was your turn to do the dishes.”

“Sorry, I’ll do them when I get back.”

“Yeah, right.” he sighed as he reached for the remote control and flopped onto the couch.

I showered and pulled my long hair into a ponytail. It was going to be a warm evening, so I pulled on some clean-ish shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, with flip flops.

“I’m taking the Dos Equis,” I said over the voices on the TV.

“All of ’em?”

“No there’s three more bottles in the door.”

“Have fun,” roommate mumbled as I opened the door.

I opened the outer gate to their patio right on time.

“Hi,” Brian greeted as he was getting ready to put the steaks on over the smoking charcoal briquets.

“Brought beer.”

“Always a good idea. Mel- he brought beer.”

Mel darted out through the screen door, wearing the yellow blouse, with an open beer in her hand and gave me a one-armed hug with one of her signature kisses. I really noticed her left breast pushing against my stomach, and her right one peeking out from her blouse. “Good to see you, thanks for coming. Hey slow poke, get those steaks on…everything else is ready. I’ll put on some music.”

“I do steaks medium-rare. Don’t even think of asking for them any other way.”

“I’ll manage,” I commented as I went into the apartment.

“Brian told me about your discussion this afternoon. Are you okay?” she asked with concern in her voice.

On the table was a big bowl of guacamole with corn chips and cut up veggies with ranch dressing. I loaded up a corn chip and guided it to my mouth.

“I think so. What a weird situation. I’m sorry for your dilemma and I’m afraid I’ll be a poor substitute for your husband.”

She smiled broadly. “Yeah, fucked up, huh? We can talk about it as long as we want, but we won’t know much until we pull the trigger.”

“Can we have dinner first?”

Mel crossed the kitchen to me and gave me another kiss- still quite chaste but intended to showing promise. “Sure,” she whispered in my ear.

“Have you thought about it,” Brian asked as he pierced the half-cooked steaks to turn them. They were an inch and a half thick and well marbled.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“We’ve really talked about…”

Mel interrupted as she popped back outside, “Yes. We both like you and trust you. I love you, in a best friend kinda way. Is there something wrong with me?”

“Christ, no. You’re wonderful. eryaman escort I’d have asked you out years ago if it wasn’t for this jackass,” I said punching Brian on the shoulder. “Probably shouldn’t assault you while you have a big fork in your hand and me, talking shit about your wife.”

“C’mon,” Mel said, while hugging herself to me from behind, “I’ll be good.”

“Okay, okay, if I say yes, when, exactly did you have in mind?”

“I’ve got a guy from work all lined up. We’re going to the pub, you know Houlihan’s, at 8. I could give you, what, maybe 2 hours?”

“If we can’t conduct business in that much time, we need to go back to the drawing board.”

“Business, my ass,” Mel commented, while bouncing up and down a little.

“Yeah, that’s one idea.”

Mel went up on tiptoes to give Brian a kiss, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Brian turned to me, “I’m going to leave the details to you two. I don’t even want to know. Like I said, I don’t think I could handle it.”

“You gonna be okay?”

“I hope so. Let’s eat.”

Brian had cooked the steaks to perfection. I’m always amazed at how much better a home grilled steak is than from a restaurant. I put a couple of tablespoons of butter on my potato- Mmmmm.

About halfway through, I had a thought. “So, the idea is to do it here this evening, but we can’t always kick you out of your own house, can we? And I feel kinda weird doing it in your bed, and unless my roommate is for sure going to be out, we can’t do it there.”

Mel answered. “We’ve been thinking about that and there’s this little motel up on Ventura Blvd that’s kinda nice. We’ve even stayed there a couple of times, just for kicks. I think we might be able to get a regular customer discount.”

“Shit Mel, you’re really okay with this?”

“I gotta be. I’m not sure I can stand it another minute…and Brian will be better after a while- or so they say. Thank you for helping out.” She leaned over and gave me a little kiss.

I looked at Brian and he was smiling. “And if it ever gets too weird, we can pull the plug.”

“…and go back to your list.”

“Let’s not think about that, eh?”

After dinner we bussed the dishes to the kitchen and Brian got his jacket and car keys from the basket by the door. “You two have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“This is really it,” Mel observed, “two hours?”

“I’ll be back about ten, ten-thirty.”

“Brian, this is a big thing we’re doing, and the only possible way we’re gonna come out the other end okay is if we’re brutally honest about everything. Good, bad, all of it. Please don’t hold back with me. I’ll do my best to handle it.”

Mel and Brian looked at each other, “He was number one on the list for a reason,” Brian noted. They kissed each other and Brian shut the door.

“Should we do the dishes,” I asked.

“You shitting me? I’ll do the fucking dishes tomorrow. Brian’s 240-Z had a distinctive exhaust note and we heard it leaving the apartment complex.

“So how did you see this going?”

She came close, kissed me, licking my lower lip then kissed me again. “Thank you for asking. It might sound weird, but my fantasy is to go get in the shower and have you come in and ‘surprise’ me after a couple of minutes. That’ll break the “ice” quickly. We should be able to figure out what to do from there.”

As she pulled away, I hooked the front edge of her blouse with my finger and looked down at her hard nipples. “I like it. Now?”

“Right now,” she said as she turned and walked down the hall toward the master bedroom.